Matched

"Oh, but I assure you, I do. They're just secret."

Now it's his turn to wag his eyebrows. He tries to hide a grin behind his hand.

"Would these weaknesses shock me?" I say, curious now what he considers to be weaknesses.

"You might be surprised."

Now that was suggestive. Is he kinky?

"Are you Christian Grey in disguise?"

He laughs at that. "I'll never tell."

I lean back and glance out at the people on the street, my mind whirling to figure out if he's joking about his secret weaknesses and what I'd think of him if he was kinky. Some kinks I could appreciate, and might even be into them, but o

thers?

Not so much.

I've never heard anything about him being kinky, but it's not like I follow his sex partners around to find out what he likes and dislikes. He picks up women from bars, so I doubt he could be a sadist who liked to tie women up and whip them. If he was, he'd be much more secretive about his partners.

He's just playing with me.

"You're full of it."

"You'll never know either way unless you try," he says, an evil but playful gleam in his eyes. He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip suggestively. It makes my flesh throb in a very annoying way.

I glance away, unable to keep from smiling. "I don't want to know," I reply but of course that's a bald-faced lie. I do want to know. I'm totally curious.

He's grinning and when our eyes meet again, he laughs out loud. "Come on," he says, his voice chiding. "I was just kidding. I'm in a good mood and want to celebrate. That was a good morning."

"It was. I'm happy, too."

We drive the rest of the way to the hotel and each return to our rooms to pack and get ready for checkout. Then, we take the car to the airport and after checking in, we find the Virgin executive lounge and sit at a table, eating the gourmet food and drinking some actual champagne.

"To Pacifica." Jon raises his glass of champagne.

"To Pacifica," I reply and raise my glass, too.

Our flight is routine, if very comfortable and after we land and get our bags, our car takes us to my apartment.

Jon hops out to help me with my bag, and walks me to the front door.

"Well, I'm going home to shower and unpack, then I'm going back to the office to go over some numbers."

I turn to him and frown. "Don't you ever just take a night off?"

"Saturday night. I'm going to Marina's. I guess I'll see you at the office tomorrow?"

I shrug. "I'm taking tomorrow off. I've put in a lot of late nights these past two weeks. I'm exhausted."

I force a smile at him. I know he thinks the week we just put in is child's play compared to the conditions he lived in while deployed to Afghanistan, but I'm truly wiped.

"So, I won't see you until Saturday night at Marina's."

"If you need me, you can text me. Good night," I say, making sure I'm nowhere close to him in case he gets it in his head to kiss me goodnight again. But he's probably realized that was a mistake, and stays his distance.

I enter my house, glad to be back home so I can collapse on the sofa and watch some Netflix.